I remember the first time I stumbled upon Urbanbaby.com. I immediately pictured a tired mother, ascending three flights of stairs to her crappy apartment. To me, these words said, Come hither tired mother of the city. We will show you the most compact changing stations, the lightest strollers, and provide a never ending list of all of the free ways to entertain your baby in your urban oasis. Basically, I imagined a site that would be a great resource for me – and my urban baby.
Yeah, it’s totally not that. More
The magic is dead for some of my children, and I’m longing for the days when they were little and would lose their little minds over something little, like a damn candy cane.
Even though you may think the homemade potholder your kid made for their teacher will be treasured and used for years to come, I’m sure a lot of teachers have lots of these sorts of “meaningful” gifts gathering dust in closets from many students throughout the years. More
I hate to be so mean about this because these poor kids are just victims in this whole Octomom Rehab Celebrity Porntastic Sideshow, but I just can’t help it. This song sucks it. More
I felt really proud of myself for getting an early start to my Christmas shopping this year. Considering the enormous size of our family, my husband and I spend thousands on holiday gifts each winter. By spreading the cost out over the next couple of months, I figured I would cut back on the December money crunch. Yay for me and my planning ahead, right? Wrong. More
Brenna wants to spend all of October in costume, but only if the costumes are impressive and ornate. Apparently my pre-schoolerÂ subscribes to the Heidi Klum school of Halloween preparation. More
This weekend I spent a lot of time with my daughters walking around town. Every single store, it seemed, had a sign out explaining why its wares were perfect for Mother’s Day. Ugh. Mother’s Day. So not my favorite holiday. … More
It isn’t Easter without a semi-terrifying trip to the mall for a picture with a 6-foot bunny. Hopefully your’s don’t look anything like this. More
Another holiday, another reason for a fetishized photo shoot from everyone’s favorite child bride Courtney Stodden. More
I love holidays. Actually any excuse for a good celebration is fine by me. I like elaborate birthday parties and I start celebrating Christmas in November. If it involves my family coming together for good food and togetherness, I’m in favor. Except, of course, for Easter. I’m not sure what it is, but I just cannot get in to all the messy obnoxiousness that is Easter. More
Not just because leprechauns are terrifying. I hated St. Patrick’s Day because it was the day that I lost my grandfather. And I never got over it until I had a daughter. I just didn’t want the holiday to take on a negative connotation for her like it always has for me. More
When I was 17 years old, my boyfriend bought me a Valentine’s Day present. It was a white teddy bear clutching a red silk pillow trimmed with lace. “I Love You” was written across the pillow and, if I’m not mistaken, there were helium balloons involved too. Needless to say, I was mortified. I mean, lovely thought and all, but please â€“ that thing was hideous! And it serves as a gentle reminder as to why exactly I hate Valentine’s Day. More
I first got a taste of ungrateful children at Christmas many years ago when visiting some friends. Their kids were actually adorable for the days leading up to Christmas but when it came time to open Christmas, it looked like a pride of lions tearing into a gazelle. They didn’t pause between tearing open gift after gift and completely failed to thank anyone. More
Every parent loves to see the joy on their children’s face as they open all those Christmas presents. We plan for weeks, shop for hours and pry information out of our secretive kids. We just want to give them the perfect gift. We want to see their faces glow with excitement. What’s better than a kid on Christmas?
Until they’ve opened three articles of clothing in a row. Then, all of a sudden, that joy turns to extreme disappointment. No matter how much it breaks our hearts, sometimes our kids just aren’t thrilled with their holiday haul. And while it’s sad for the parent who feels like they let their little one down, those kids and their disappointment are actually kind of hysterical. More